


Do You Wanna Be My Sidekick?

by amory



Category: One Direction (Band)
Genre: Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, I Caved, I am so sorry for this, M/M, Oblivious Louis
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2015-03-07
Updated: 2015-03-07
Packaged: 2018-03-16 20:06:34
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,858
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3501206
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/amory/pseuds/amory
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>
  <i>“We are going on an adventure tonight, Payno.”</i>
</p><p>  <i>That catches Liam’s attention. “What does that mean?” he asks carefully.</i></p><p>  <i>Louis turns his head and grins that awful grin of his, the one he saves for when he plans on diving into trouble head first and dragging Liam down with him. The last time Liam saw him grin like that they were both grounded for a month and had to sneak over to each other’s houses at night just to see one another.</i></p><p>  <i>“Fuck,” Liam sighs, relaxing back against the seat. “This is going to end terribly.”</i></p><p>  <i>Louis looks like he agrees wholeheartedly.</i></p><p> </p><p>Liam is in love with his best friend Louis. They're both idiots.</p>
            </blockquote>





	Do You Wanna Be My Sidekick?

**Author's Note:**

> I wrote Lilo which should not surprise anyone. I'm going to go hide under a rock now.
> 
> come talk to me on [tumblr](http://amories.tumblr.com/) and listen to the song that inspired this madness because it is the most lilo song ever [x](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXtLryriWeM)

Liam’s just finishing up the last of his maths homework when he hears the telltale _tink_ of a pebble hitting his window pane.

He pauses for a moment, praying he’s just hearing things because he actually has shit to do, but there it is again. Three more pebbles strike the window, and then the front light turns on and Liam hears the door swing open.

“Louis?” His mum shouts, and Liam has to stifle his laughter with his hand.

From out in the garden, probably half hidden by the hedges like the idiot he is, Louis’ voice comes. “Uh, yeah,” he stutters out, just as loudly. “Hi Mrs. Payne.”

Liam can hear his mum say something to his sister, and then she’s shouting, “Louis Tomlinson, why don’t you ever knock? And what are you doing out here this late, where is your jacket? I’m calling your mother, Louis, does she even know where you are?”

Because he’s evil, and because this is hilarious, Liam lets Louis struggle a bit. When his voice gets closer and Liam hears him pleading with Karen not to call his mum, Liam gets up and grabs a hoodie off the bed.

Liam’s mum has somehow managed to get Louis into the house by the time Liam gets downstairs, and he’s now standing in the doorway. Judging by the annoyed frown on his face, he’s quite disappointed his plan didn’t work out. It never does, actually, and Liam doesn’t know why he continues to try.

“Hey Lou,” Liam smirks, tossing him the hoodie.

Louis snatches it out of the air and scowls. “This wouldn’t have happened if you’d just opened your fuckin’ window,” he grumbles, but he still pulls the sweatshirt on, pushing the sleeves up so his hands can peek out, and fussing with his messy hair.

“I can’t come out tonight,” Liam tells him while they watch his mother search for the phone. “I only just finished with math-”

“It’s Friday night, Li,” Louis scolds him. “God, you’re so fucking boring. You’re lucky you have me around, else you might die of it.”

If Liam were anyone else, that might’ve actually stung, and back when they were just getting to know one another it absolutely did. Louis has a bit of a reputation for being, well, a jackass. People don’t really love when he says shit like that to them, but Liam knows Louis never really means it. Besides, he’s seen Louis cry over children’s movies too many times to ever truly believe he could be cruel.

“I don’t think I’d actually die,” Liam points out.

Louis groans as loudly as he possibly can without worrying Karen. He then reaches for Liam’s hand and starts to tug him out the door, waiting only for Liam to slip on a pair of shoes and grab his jacket. It is chilly out, despite the fact that Louis’s running around in nothing but a vest and toms with his trousers rolled up past the ankle to show off his new tattoos. He thinks he’s proper cool now, just because he got the name of his stupid band forever marked on his skin at the ripe old age of eighteen. Liam thinks he’s an idiot, but then again he’s always thought that.

“Me and Liam are going out,” Louis calls, dragging Liam away. “I’ll return him safe and sound, Mrs. Payne, promise!”

Liam’s mum looks at them in alarm, but Liam figures she’s probably used to this by now. The two boys have been best friends ever since Louis bloodied up a few assholes for daring to make fun of Liam when they were twelve. Liam had brought Louis home that day, after he’d been suspended for fighting of course, and Karen seemed to accept their friendship begrudgingly. It’s quite obvious she loves Louis, of course, but she tries her best to still keep them both under control.

“Curfew is midnight,” she yells after them from the door. “And call your mum!”

Louis shoves Liam into the passenger side of his shitty car, salutes her, and then runs to his side and tears off down the road.

They make it around the corner before Louis blasts the stereo as loud as it will go, the bass shaking the piece of junk so hard that Liam’s worried it might fall to pieces under their feet.

“Your car is a piece of shit,” he informs his best friend.

Louis has the gall to look appalled by that. “Don’t speak ill of Lola,” he snaps. “She’s our only chance at getting out of this hell hole.”

That makes Liam frown. “Lou, we’re headed to uni in the fall.” He says, almost worried that Louis has actually forgotten like he forgets everything else. This is the same boy who always conveniently _forgets_ when it’s his turn to babysit his little sisters.

“I mean tonight,” Louis clarifies, and then he reaches out to pound on Lola’s dashboard. Liam clenches his teeth and braces for a hole to crack open there in the shape of Louis’ fist. Of course it doesn’t happen, but it will someday, Liam just knows it.

“We are going on an adventure tonight, Payno.”

That catches Liam’s attention. “What does that mean?” he asks carefully.

Louis turns his head and grins that awful grin of his, the one he saves for when he plans on diving into trouble head first and dragging Liam down with him. The last time Liam saw him grin like that they were both grounded for a month and had to sneak over to each other’s houses at night just to see one another.

“Fuck,” Liam sighs, relaxing back against the seat. “This is going to end terribly.”

Louis looks like he agrees wholeheartedly.

 

Somehow, and Liam is still quite confused as to how, they end up in a club.

Louis looks delighted by the whole thing, has since he gave the bouncer outside a little smile and got them in. On the other hand, Liam would really rather just go back home and maybe watch a film. When he tells Louis this, he looks appalled.

“Hell no,” he says, defiantly. “My mate’s playing a gig here tonight, we’re at least going to stay for that.”

Frowning, Liam starts searching through the crowd for anyone he knows. “Which mate?” He asks.

Louis’ eyes light up in the dark and he wiggles his eyebrows around a bit. “A mate,” he laughs, and Liam’s heart sinks.

It’s not that he doesn’t want Louis to sleep with these men who treat him like shit it’s just-well, yeah actually, that’s exactly what it is.

Louis officially came out about a year ago, though he’d admitted it to Liam long before then. It feels like it’s almost every weekend now that Louis goes out alone and sneaks in before dawn to Liam’s bedroom, slipping in beside his best friend and cuddling up close with mussed hair and lovebites that disappear into the collar of whichever one of Liam’s shirts he’s stolen from the laundry. Neither of them ever say anything about it, outside of Liam checking him over quickly with his eyes and whispering, “You alright?”

“Brilliant,” Louis always replies, and then he’ll slip one of his cold hands under Liam’s shirt, rest his head on Liam’s chest, and fall asleep.

Liam always stays awake a few minutes longer, brushing through his best friend’s hair with his fingers, making sure that he really is alright. It makes him so angry that anyone could ever just have a one night stand with Louis. Don’t they understand? Don’t they look at him and see how special he is, or are they blind?

What he really wonders in those moments he spends thumbing over the moonlight shadowing Louis’ cheeks and listening to his soft breaths fill the room, is how could anyone ever stand to let Louis go?

“Oh, calm down,” Louis laughs when he spots Liam’s sour expression. “We only ever got each other off once, we’re proper mates now. He’s beautiful too, just in case you were doubting my self control.”

Liam shrugs it off. “I don’t really care if he’s beautiful,” he says, because he stopped caring about what other people looked like the minute he glanced at Louis two years ago and it hit him what that fluttering in his stomach meant.

Of course Louis doesn’t know about Liam’s crush on him, because he’s an oblivious idiot, so he just laughs and drags Liam to the bar.

Someone buys Louis a drink almost immediately and he flirts with them while Liam settles for water and watching over his best friend. The man who bought Louis the drink seems to lose interest after Liam spends about five minutes glaring at him, and he seems dull and far too old, but Louis pouts anyway when he excuses himself.

“He was fit,” Louis whines, sticking his bottom lip out as far as it’ll go.

Liam sort of whats to tug at it with his teeth and see Louis’ reaction.

“He’s an idiot,” he says instead.

Louis sighs loudly, casts his eyes up to the sky for a second, and takes a sip of his drink. “I guess it’s all for the best," he says, licking his lips when he pulls the bottle away. “Besides, it’s our adventure. He’d only get in the way.”

The words are so simple, and Louis grins afterwords like it’s all a big joke, but Liam’s heart still skips a beat and he falls even further.

“Alright, part one of the adventure Payno,” Louis announces after he’s downed the remains of his cloyingly sweet drink and Liam has imagined what he might taste like. “We’re going to get you to dance.”

Without waiting for a yes or no, Louis starts walking out to where everyone’s crowding around the stage. Liam puts his half empty glass down and follows like a lost puppy, catching up with Louis only to have him practically pounce and drag them further into the crowd. Despite the fact that he’d really rather they be home, alone, maybe cuddling and fighting over the remote, Liam plays along.

They’ve managed to fight their way to the front by the time the band emerges in a mess of shouting and screeching amps. Louis shouts with the rest of them and points to the man who’s sauntering up to the microphone and giving the crowd a look like he has a thousand other things he’d rather be doing.

“That’s Zayn,” Louis giggles, and Liam isn’t surprised. Zayn’s exactly Louis’ type, fit with a cocky self-assured smile and jeans so tight he probably can’t feel his legs anymore.

Liam shrugs like that isn’t everything he wishes he could be. “I dunno, I’m partial to you.”

Louis’ little giggles turn into full out laughter, and Liam smiles as if it was really a joke.

The music starts, loud and obnoxious and so very Louis, and the two of them start dancing. Well, Louis starts dancing, Liam starts bobbing his head like an idiot and trying to appear less awkward than he feels. Louis laughs at him and grabs his hands to start tugging him about, trying to get him to stop moving so jerkily and get closer. Before Liam even realizes what’s happened, Louis is draping his arms around Liam’s neck and moving their hips together.

“You’re doing it, Liam,” he laughs, pushing closer when someone bumps him from behind. “I’ve never been so proud.”

Liam grins back, moves his hands down to brush at Louis’ hips, and keeps doing whatever it is that he’s doing right.

 

They spend an hour dancing together, Louis turning it progressively dirtier until it becomes too much for Liam to take and he pulls away. By that point, the last song’s ending so Louis probably doesn’t think much of it, but all Liam can think about is the feeling of Louis’ hips under his fingers and Louis’ smaller hands twisting in his hair and gripping his shoulders.

Louis excuses himself to the restroom with a peck to Liam’s cheek. Liam ends up back at the bar to wait, and that’s when the infamous Zayn approaches. He grins at Liam, this sort of sly grin that makes him look like he knows all of Liam’s secrets, and slides up next to him at the bar.

“Drink?” he asks, tilting his head slightly and brushing his fingertips across Liam’s hand.

Liam shakes his head. “I don’t drink,” he replies, and then he returns to watching Louis flirt with someone just outside the restroom.

Zayn nods back and follows Liam’s gaze. “You must be Liam,” he says.

“How’d you know?’

The man grins once again and shrugs. “Louis’s told me about you,” he explains. “Never really stops talking about you, actually. I’d half expected to find out you were a god with the way he talks you up.”

Liam raises his eyebrows. “He talks about me?” He knows Louis talks about him at school of course, because he’s friends with literally every and Liam only has about three total, but he never expected Liam to mention him to someone like Zayn.

Someone Louis’s fucking, he means.

“Yeah,” Zayn says slowly and he’s looking at Liam like he might be stupid. “He acts like he’s in love with you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he actually was.”

It leaves Liam speechless. Thoughts run through his mind a mile a minute, like what Zayn could possibly mean by that? How can Louis act like he’s in love with Liam, they’re just mates, best mates, but still. Has he said something? And if he did, why didn’t he say something to Liam-

His train of thought is interrupted by Louis colliding into him and laughing into his neck. “Fuck,” he giggles. “Fuck, I completely fucked that guy up.”

“Why are you fucking anyone up?” Liam asks, abandoning his worrying so he can catch hold of Louis, who just keeps giggling and glancing back to where the man is staring at them from across the club, perplexed.

A strange possessiveness surges through Liam and he wraps an arm around Louis’ waist and looks away when the man shakes his head and walks off. He then tries to convince himself that it was a completely normal and best friend-y thing to do.

“What’s the next stop?” Liam asks, mostly to distract himself. “We have to be home by midnight, mind.”

Louis rolls his eyes and looks to Zayn for support. “Zayn Malik, meet my best mate, Cinderella. He’s fit to turn into a pumpkin any minute now.”

Zayn stares at them for a moment before he shakes his head. “You two are disgusting,” he sighs, pushing himself away from the bar. “I’ll see you around Lou, thanks for coming. It was nice meeting you Liam.” And with a smirk, he’s gone.

“Very mysterious, that one,” Louis says, frowning at Zayn’s retreating figure. “Actually, I’m not sure if he’s mysterious, or just stupid. Girls seem to like it though.” He then shrugs and starts walking towards the door and just like always, Liam follows him.

They end up back in the car, and after Louis coos to it while turning the key over and over, it chugs to a start.

“You really should just get a new car,” Liam says, winding when they hit a bump and the entire shell of the vehicle shakes. “Sell it for scrap.”

Louis sighs and shakes his head. “You know, someday when we’re very old and I’m just as boring as you, we’ll look back fondly on our time with Lola.”

“Right, you mean like the time she left us stranded on the side of the road in the rain,” Liam grumbles, wrapping his arms around himself because the godforsaken car has no fucking heat. “Or maybe the time it dropped below four so she just decided not to start, and we had to walk home from class.”

The car stutters like it’s heard Liam bad mouthing, and Louis gasps dramatically. “Lola, darling, you shouldn’t have to listen to this,” he bemoans, stroking the steering wheel.

Despite himself, Liam grins.

From then on they drive in silence, though Lola’s stereo beats on, making the seats and the floor vibrate. Liam tries to focus on that and not on how beautiful Louis sounds when he sings along, or the way the light from the street lamps falls across his skin, and he definitely does not think about how lovely it would be to have Louis’ smaller hands intertwined with his.

“Li,” Louis shouts, snapping his fingers in front of Louis’ eyes to get his attention.

Liam blinks and then looks around to see they’re in the parking lot of a service station and Louis is staring at him expectantly. “Um, shit sorry. What?”

Louis groans and unbuckles his seatbelt. “Stay here, I said, I’m getting snacks.”

“Snacks?” Liam asks, his eyebrows pulling together. “Why do we need snacks?”

There’s no answer because Louis is already out of the car and running inside. Sighing, Liam relaxes back against his seat and watches his best friend flit around the store. When he gets to the counter, finally, he has an entire armful of junk food which he drops down there with a smile. Liam can’t see the cashier, but he’s almost sure they’re staring at him like he’s insane while he tries to goad them into a conversation.

Five minutes later, Louis emerges with three plastic bags in his hands and a petulant frown. “She was rude,” he says, tossing the bags into the backseat.

“Was she rude or just not willing to play along?”

Louis slams his door shut and glares at him for a solid minute. Liam grins back and then Lola is rumbling to a start and they’re off again.

When they turn down the road that’ll lead them into quite literally the middle of nowhere, Liam frowns. He doesn’t say anything yet though, because when he goes to do so he sees the look on Louis’ face that shuts him up immediately. It’s strange and sort of worrying, the way he’s frowning and biting at his lip, so Liam goes along with it.

If there’s one thing Liam has learned about Louis over the years, is that it seems like he takes little, if anything, seriously, bu that’s bullshit. Louis is actually very serious when it comes to the things and people he loves, and sometimes he gets into these funks where all he wants to do is drink, dance, and joke until it goes away. It feels like he’s constantly hiding behind hundreds of layers of sarcasm and self confidence, but it’s different with Liam, it’s always been different with Liam.

Liam was the first person Louis confided in when he found out his mum was pregnant again and he was worried about being forgotten. Liam was the one who Louis trusted enough to come out to first. When Louis gets into fights with his parents, it’s Liam he comes to. When people tease him at school and he gets in trouble for cussing them out, Liam is always the one who finds him later on, sitting in his bed and whispering to himself that he’s alright. Liam’s almost sure he’s the only one who has ever seen Louis cry actually, outside of his mum.

So, when they pull into a field at half past eleven and Louis shuts the car off, Liam doesn’t protest.

Louis apparently planned this, because when he opens the boot of the car he pulls out two blankets that Liam knows for a fact weren’t in there earlier today. He turns the headlights on, Liam gathers the snacks, and they both spread the blankets out on the grass.

“Lou,” Liam whispers when he sits down on the blanket.

Louis hushes him and then proceeds to dump the bags out onto the blankets. There’s more junk food there than the two of them could ever eat alone, but Louis doesn’t seem bothered. He passes Liam a water, takes one for himself, and then rips over a bag of crisps.

The stars are beautiful this far from town, there seems to be hundreds, thousands more than Liam had ever seen at home. They aren’t that far really, but it feels that way, it feels like they’re the only two people around for miles. Liam tells Louis as much, and he smiles.

“I wanted to be alone,” he whispers, and Liam wonders how they managed to grow up so fast.

Louis lays back on the blankets, capping his water and tossing it away so he can spread out across the ground and stare straight up. Neither of them say anything for awhile, content to appreciate the beauty of the glassy sky above them.

“My parents are splitting,” Louis whispers.

Liam says nothing back. Louis will talk when he’s ready.

But still, he sort of aches to lay down beside his best friend and at least be near if nothing else, so that’s what he does. Liam pushes the junk food away and lays down where the blankets overlap, training his eyes on the stars and not the wetness on Louis’ cheeks. It’s beautiful and dizzying and Liam has never felt so small.

One minute he’s alone, and then next Louis is there, rolling over and resting his head on Liam’s chest. He wraps one arm around Liam’s torso and squeezes softly.

“They fought about me,” he whispers. “About what they should do with me, because I’m a slut. Because I keep going out on the weekends and meeting up with these men, and now Dad found out and he’s pissed Li, he’s so angry at me for it. And Mum, she’s still trying to defend me, which is bullshit. I don’t deserve that, I deserve them being angry with me. I’m a slut, Li, I know that I am. And they were fighting about me, and now they’re getting divorced, and Mum’s going to hate me now. I know she will, I’ve ruined it all.”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Louis starts to cry. He sniffles and hiccups and holds onto Liam desperately, and Liam holds him back.

“It isn’t your fault,” he murmurs. “And please don’t say things like that about yourself, okay? It isn’t true.”

Louis shakes his head and wipes his nose on his sleeve. “I know that like-I mean, I think we all knew it was coming. They fought a lot anyway, but I can’t help but feel like this thing with me was the breaking point,” he pauses, and then smiles wryly. “For some reason, I get the feeling that Dad wouldn’t have such a problem if it was girls I was disappearing off with on the weekends.”

That makes Liam frown. He pulls Louis close and brushes his tears away with his thumbs like he has so many times before. Deep down, Liam doesn’t think that Louis’ dad is really homophobic, but when Louis came out to him he seemed disappointed. Louis said he figured it was because he’s the only boy, but Liam thinks that’s bullshit. No one should make Louis feel bad for being gay, and his father needs to get over how uncomfortable it makes him and be there for him.

Well, that’s Liam’s opinion anyway.

“It isn’t your fault, Louis,” he repeats. “And if that is true, then that’s his problem to deal with and not yours. If you’re happy and you’re being safe, then that’s what matters. You’re an adult…well, I mean technically you’re an adult, you don’t really-”

“Fuck off,” Louis chuckles, his fingers drifting up to tickle at Liam’s neck.

Liam grins. “I just want you to be happy, Lou,” he reminds him.

For a moment there’s no noises, nothing, complete silence, and then Louis is sitting up. He props himself up on one arm, the other still resting on Liam’s chest. He stares down at Liam for a moment, blue eyes dark and thoughtful. Liam raises his eyebrows, and then Louis is smiling.

The stars are shining, but Louis always shines brighter.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Liam shrugs. “I’m pretty sure I know most all of them.”

Louis shakes his head, and then bites his lip like he’s uncertain. “I’ve had a crush on your for awhile now,” he admits quite plainly. “And I’ve been trying to move on, trying to convince myself that I don’t want you by sleeping with these other guys. It isn’t working, of course, it never worked, even when I was still trying to convince myself I liked girls and that you were a phase.”

A shiver runs down Liam’s spine. He sits up slowly but Louis keeps his hands on Liam’s chest. “Lou-”

“Let me finish,” he says quickly. “It was pretty dumb actually, now that I think about it. In my head I guess I thought that if I went out with other people I’d meet someone eventually. Someone who’d be at least halfway decent enough for me, but not as good, never as good. Kinda ruined that idea by running to you as soon as they’d fallen asleep or left, I guess, but I’m still willing to try. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, okay? And you’re my best friend, the absolute best mate I have in the world, and this isn’t ever going to change that. I-I just felt like you had a right to know.”

Liam blinks once, then again, and then he’s surging forward to press his lips to Louis’.

“Please don’t,” he murmurs, reaching out to touch Louis, any part of him, to pull him close and never let go.

Louis leans away quickly, eyes wide. “What,” he breathes, bewildered. “Li, what? Don’t what?”

“Please don’t keep trying, it’s killing me,” Liam admits, a blush rising on his cheeks. “It’s killing me watching you go out and pull and waking up together but knowing it’ll never really be me.”

The instant Louis realizes what Liam’s saying, his eyes light up. “What? Liam, holy fuck. You’re straight.”

Liam winces. “Um, well yeah. I mean, sort of?”

Louis gasps and slaps his arm. “Liam, what the fuck? Why wouldn’t you tell me?” It’s obvious he’s a little hurt, probably because he thinks Liam doesn’t trust him, which is no where near the truth.

“I do like girls, and I guess some guys, but it’s you,” Liam clarifies. “It’s you that I like, you that I want, and I don’t want you to want anyone else.”

The instant Louis realizes what Liam’s saying is obvious on his face. His eyes light up with joy that’s barely hidden by his mischievous grin. “Liam Payne, are you _jealous_?” he laughs.

Liam frowns, slowly wrapping his fingers around Louis’ tiny wrist just to feel that this is real. “It isn’t funny,” he mumbles. “I’m in love with you, you know, and it hurts.”

The words hang in the air between them. Louis stares at him, mouth gaping slightly open, and then he’s kissing Liam again cautiously. “Say it again?” he whispers, curling his fingers into the fabric of Liam’s shirt.

“I love you,” Liam says firmly. “I’m in love with you, and if you come to me one more time with lovebites from someone else I’m going to properly cry.”

Louis beams and moves so he’s sat in Liam’s lap, legs wrapped around his waist. He’s smiling so wide that even his nose is scrunching, and Liam wants to kiss it so he does. He can do that now, because Louis likes him back and fuck if that isn’t the most wonderful thing to ever happen to anyone.

Giggling, Louis drapes his arms around Liam’s neck just like back in the club, but this time he pulls him in for a kiss. It’s everything and nothing like Liam expected it to be. It’s wonderful, of course it’s wonderful, but hours spent imagining could never have prepared him for the way Louis’ lips feel against his. The kiss is soft, unhurried and sweet, full of smiles and soft laughter that pierces the calm silence around them. Louis tastes sweet like his drink from earlier, his cheeks are still damp from crying, and his hands are clutching at Liam like he’s worried Liam might up and disappear.

Slowly, so slowly, Louis pulls away and presses his soft lips to Liam’s ear.

“Again?”

Liam grins. “I love you.”

Louis laughs softly, and Liam can see that smirk he fell in love with years ago out of the corner of his eye. “Once more?”

“I am so fucking in love with you, Louis,” Liam whispers, pulling back so their eyes can meet and he convey just how serious he is.

Of course, Louis laughs, but his eyes are wet with tears again when he moves in for another kiss. “I love you, too.” He whispers.

And just for that moment, under the stars, Louis in his lap, late for curfew, and with Lola’s dim lights casting their shadows across the ground, everything is perfect.

 


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